I Named My Bike

Sometimes my sense of humor can be rather, well, senseless. Of course, when I say “sometimes,” I mean a lot of the time. It’s only sometimes that I say these senseless things out loud and normally only to people who I feel can handle them (whatever that means). These ideas can often get stuck in my head and when I’m alone I can be especially reminded of them. That being said, I like to ride my bike to and from work whenever I can. That’s about 30 minutes each way that I’m by myself and I’m usually just with my thoughts (I don’t like/think it’s safe biking with headphones on).

On my way home most days, I think to myself, “home is where you make it” and typically go through that entire bit from Joe Dirt (wait, what? that movie is 10 years old!) and not because I particularly care for that movie, but I remember that scene.

But easily the biggest earworm (non-musical) I have while riding my bike has to do with the fact that I ride along Boston’s Esplanade and when I was a kid, I used to watch I Love Lucy on Nick at Nite (before TV Land). So now, whenever I head over to the esplanade from work, I say to myself “Lucy, you’ve got some esplanadin’ to do!” And so, my bike’s de facto name has become Lucy.